nice poem, i liked the wordplay here, i thought the topic was good and u did it very well and it was a nice poem. keep up the good work,

I don't think of those now, when the sun dragged his head, above the emerald hill where i lay,
A few scars and a rose, was all that was left behind, on a hated mans funeral day,
^^^liked this^^^

please peep mine future, life, past death or sumfin like that.

aiight

peace

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